“All right,” was the answer as he walked
straight for the corner where Fat was sitting, watching
the fun.

“Keep perfectly still,” whispered Chuck
in Fat’s ear, as Hopie drew near, then as he
paused before Fat and placed the stem upon his head
the boys broke into shouts of laughter.

“Oh, you pumpkin head,” gasped Reddy.

Hopie pulled off his pillow slip and stared in wonder
about him, then he too laughed.

“I was so sure I had it on the pumpkin!”
he exclaimed.

“Better be careful, Fat,” warned Toad,
“If mother takes you for a pumpkin she’ll
put you in a pie.”

Numbers two, three and four hadn’t much better
luck for Herbie stuck the stem on the center table,
Chuck on a book stand and Reddy tried very hard to
put it into the pot but Mother Brown held out her hand
just in time to save it from falling in.

Linn’s turn came next.

“Watch me,” he said. “I’m
going to do it.”

“Bet you don’t,” challenged Reddy.

Then Father Brown gave him a few quick turns and away
he started. After taking two or three steps forward
he paused, then, stretching out his hands he walked
slowly toward the fireplace. When he had reached
it he turned about and faced the room.

“Now, I know where I am,” he thought,
“I’ll walk right over to the corner by
the door.”